Strange and occasionally funny piece about the end of disco as a scene built around Studio 54. Some horrid characters, vapid, and generally uninteresting yuppie-types, they are built out of the world this director first chronicled in “Metropolitan” and “Barcelona”. Pathetic lives lived by these successful folk, they make you feel ok about your own emptiness. The banality is quite stunning. Fine soundtrack of some very good disco music. I enjoyed much of the movie, but the scene deserved the trashing it got from the “disco sucks” movement on a class basis. Real. (and slyly articulated) class warfare masked as artistic conflict, and that’s what makes this film worth watching. The anti-discoits racism goes unexamined, however